Fort of Foreigners
Sadly, sometimes the brutal truth can kill the one who was meant to be.
time
The hours And days Pass so quickly now Days become months Months years Years become decades Where has life gone Some moments I remenber still Most faded lost and blarred Time does not stay still Slowly ticking by Never to be reca
Do you know.. how l feel
Relationship sometimes becomes an empty space ..you can fill it with simply words
heavenly rose
if only your heart could see like a rose deep in its heart covered with beautiful petals undying devotion to an emotion united with its stem holding such a beauty one rose thorns attached sweet smell of blossoms the scent from paradise i ope
Storm at Sea
life's battles
out of the clouds
like a fleeting white dove our paths crossed in the tingling running down my spine in beautiful words only in the blink of an eye i saw such beauty like a beautiful sculpture surrounded in a boquet of flowers my eyes are drawn i all but kiss
lost and found
It is so easy to curl up and stop trying, But someone sees from the shadow and won't let you:-) I am glad He found me, my Michael
Oceans
Kinda sloppy but since Im a mess its cool...Cheers
Infant's Own
What does the newborn baby feel? I wonder....
Triangle
I love her she's with him, he makes three. When she kisses him who does she see? She may see two, maybe sometimes me, when there is three can't love two... Just left of center, inside right triangle, I am one, a number in this all bl
Scarey Stuff
Careful what you read at night.
The "Cat" in the Hat
a bit of 60s nostalgia, plucking away at my 12 string this morning
Lets Bake a Cake
I think that hen will be Sunday dinner
Smelling the Undergrowth
I just lOVE The Weta
The FishingTrip
pelican pie anyone?
Her True Love
The concept of true love from her point of view.
The Epitome of Loneliness
The lonely existence of a loving heart
Bacon Sarnies (for Mick)
well you said you were hungry lol
Free from me
If you only knew about all the places I have been Who are you to label me and change the faces of my friends Many years I wasted playin games I would never win I'm through with you your free from me this is where the drama ends I jumped into th
Not on my level
Your always the one to judge a book by its cover Always a hater never a lover Your driven by negativity and doubt You think Your way is the only route I'm tired of your complaining I wont listen to you pout Been there done that I'm on my way o
a jumbled thought
Not all poetry rhymes, some just flows through your fingertips and you are unaware of what you are saying until you reread it. This was one of those free writing sessions about thirty minutes ago. Feel free to tell me your opinions on the subject. All sides are welcome
Red Cow Makes You Fly……
I think it is pretty obvious as to which energy drink is being referred to ... due to legal reasons I cannot actually name it ... this is of course written without prejudice
CONSIDER THIS.........
Hi everyone...hope you are all keeping well....xxx...Andrew
Paradise drive
1.7 miles down an old gravel road Where the deer keep the grass cut just like it was mowed Driving down paradise drive Makes me feel free and reminds me I'm alive The river is my therapist it gives me peace of mind! It's the closest thing
Perfect person
My children are all my perfect people.
Drops of Red
A very close friend once told me cutting herself was the only way she could cry, Was sad, kind of thougt it must be like this.
The Falcon
A beautiful Brown Buzzard {Ghastly name for a lovely creature} Hunts around my house every evening and I sit and watch her with a glass of wine, On the Terrasse as the sun sets. This is for her but I have used falcon as Brown Buzzard is not very poetic, is it?
The Change
Metaphorically speaking old gets replaced with new once it has done its purpose.
Who am I (the pen)
I read your mind quick as you can blink I will do the writing all you need to do is think Put me on a piece of paper I will deliver the ink I come in many colors from midnight blue to pink You words can come and go , thoughts you can forget My w
Looking back
It's been a while since I slept in my bed I can't get over my pillow under another mans head Still holding on to all the things you said On me you surely did tread A broken home is always there to remind I took down your pictures to keep you o
Higher learning
I find my higher learning After lessons learned from my wrong turning I played with fire Maybe that's why I'm still burning I sparked the flame now it's lit I won't feel a thing after this hit When its more than I can take I get faded To keep
Trainwreck
You said you wanted something that would always be there Once you had it sight you forgot to care How can you be so twisted you where aware You needed truth but took the dare Walked into the devils lair Played with fire and forgot to beware Sp
My kind
Ive looked for a long time trying to find A love that's true and always kind One kiss is sure to remind She's running circles inside my mind Round and round I'm trailing behind Can we do this again back it up and rewind My kind of lady Never a
air conditioner
Another invention I am really glad I can afford. I love my air conditioner in my apartment and car. Thankfully I still have one in my car so I can keep the windows always rolled up to keep the bugs out and my ability to sing without disturbing anyone. This morning I sang to Madonna's La Isla Bonita, Susan Vega's Tom's Diner, and Whitney Houston's Greatest Love of All.
for Michael
Something i kept long ago because it was beautiful, And there is a Man now i feel like this about:-)
Freedom of a Nomad
No love should come with a price.
Red and Feisty
he insisted I spare his hen lol
Sweet angel eyes
Your my sweet angel eyes You see through all their lies When you look at me I know you see One love that will always be A part of me will always be with you Me and you together will always make it through Those rainy days when I'm alone caught
The Angel
It is about one short moment in my life
A Soldier's Weary Eyes
I am a Vietnam combat veteran and have written a publication entitled The Prose of War. This is one of the pieces from that group.
The Face on the Wall
I have visited the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, D.C. many times and realize each time the sacrifices made for naught.
The Silence Screams Out to Me
This is a real ife projection for a lot of combat vets